For my own sake.

My happiness shouldn't depend on the people around me. Because some of 'em are chronically unhappy beings. Addicted to alcohol and other drugs. Some are masochists.  Or sadists. And in varying states of depression. Yes, sick people. Little wonder that the world is in trouble. Because troubled people are almost everywhere. Fortunately, I've learned to get on with life. By associating with relatively happy and well-adjusted friends and compatriots. Oh, I don't totally ignore or write off the troubled and beleaguered. I try to help. To do my part for humanity. But there comes a point when disassociation becomes necessary. For my own  sake. --Jim Broede